HARM'S WAY HARM'S WAY ☆ roy

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

The tiger would fall silent as the male responded calmly, his friendly demeanor seeming to create a sense of ease in Roy as well. He kept his distance. Remained passive. The boy's flames lowered even more as the words spilled out the other's mouth, speaking of how several members could not read like he could, and then of a childhood the boy could not but help a curious expression towards as it is explained. He had to study animals' behaviors - it was interesting to find that this male's own life reflected those teachings. Perhaps that's why the doctor chose to be a scientist. Perhaps that's why, now, he looks and feels and behaves the way he does, too.

He finds himself lost in an almost pleasant train of thought - something he's not experienced in a long time. However, it seems it would be cut short, a question emitting into his senses.

The beast frowns, his flames rising once more, almost entirely covering his face. "Not like that." He'd respond quietly and darkly, tensing ever so slightly. Speaking, thinking of the lab is not something he intends to do. Gives away his true purpose. Takes away his freedom. What if they are trying to find out who he is? What if they are going to use him, too? Their sacrifices couldn't have been for nothing. If the boy was considered to be opening up before, the weapon has locked him away.